“Ye Liuyun, hear that? Someone accepted your challenge,” Wang Yan said in a strange tone while looking at Lin Yun with a playful smile.

“If I’m not able to slaughter this person one month from now, I won’t have any face to look at you,” replied Ye Liuyun, raising his voice.

“Hahaha! Great! One month isn’t long, so I can let him live for another month. Lin Yun, I told you that would get you for Wang Ning’s death!” Wang Yan’s face was gloomy and his eyes overflowed with a murderous aura. He really wanted to kill Lin Yun right now, but the sect had its rules.

When the clan’s seniors learned of Wang Ning’s death, almost all of them were furious. They were one of the four prestigious clans of the Great Qin Empire and it had been a long time since anyone dared to kill someone from the Wang Clan in public.

Even if one of their disciples had committed a grave mistake, most people would still give the Wang Clan some face. But Lin Yun had openly killed Wang Ning, which was equivalent to slapping the Wang Clan’s f...